THE PREGNANT GIRL AND THE RUTHLESS HEIR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Gesare."I am really tired, I should get some rest it has been a really long day." I finally say getting up from the dining table, and that's when Kumba finally looks up at me. "Okay you get some rest." Diane says and I walk away, the hallway feels longer on the way back, or maybe it’s just me.Every step echoes softly against the polished floors, the sound too loud in the quiet of the house. Dinner still lingers in my mind, the polite conversation, the careful words, the way Diane looked at me like she was trying to rewrite her opinion in real time.I reach my door and pause for a second, my hand resting on the handle. For a brief moment, I consider going back downstairs. Sitting in the living room and doing something normal, but nothing about this feels normal and I know Kumba is still around so he needs spaces with his mom. So instead, I push the door open and step inside, closing it gently behind me.The room greets me with the same stillness I left it in still perfect and untou

Diane. The hospital corridor feels too bright.I sit there, but I don’t feel like I’m sitting. My body is still, but everything inside me is pacing, spiraling, refusing to settle.The smell of antiseptic clings to the air, sharp and cold, and every now and then a nurse passes by, their footsteps echoing in a way that makes the silence feel even heavier.Beside me is my sonKumba, he is restless.He hasn’t sat down properly since we got here. Even now, he is half standing and half leaning against the wall, his hands running through his hair over and over again like he’s trying to undo something that’s already been done and I watch him for a moment. Then the frustration rises again.“You left her alone,” I say, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the silence.He stills slightly.“Mom”“You left her Kumba ,” I repeat, louder this time, the words fueled by fear more than anger, but they come out harsh anyway. “Alone in your house in her condition.”His jaw tightens.“I told you I

Kumba.The coffee helps, but not enough to kill the headache completely, my head feels is heavy and all I want to rely do is lie back down, but I can't. I sit there for a while after she corrects me, just watching her. I watch her quietly, studying her in a way I haven’t allowed myself to before. She looks more composed and put together this morning, but there is something underneath that, like she is holding herself together by sheer will.I set my cup down slowly and carefully because I need to do this right, last night I was under the influence of alcohol, I was confused and angry and all I did was accuse her of a bunch of things, today I just wanted to take to her calmly, maybe that will get me the information I needed. I shift slightly, turning towards her and she doesn’t move or look at me at all, she was still keeping her distance. “You can come sit down, I am pretty sure you are tired,” I say quietly, she hesitates for just for a second before she walks towards me and sit

Diane Fear has a sound, It isn't loud, It isn't a scream either.It's the deafening silence that settles over a room when you realize the lie you've spent years protecting has finally caught up with you.I stood frozen in the middle of the lake house, staring at my son.The little boy I had spent my entire life trying to protect.The little boy who had grown into a man without ever knowing the truth about the worst day of his life.He wasn't a little boy anymore and I couldn't protect him from this, not anymore."Kumba" My voice barely held together "Can we talk outside?"He didn't even hesitate "No."The single word landed between us like a locked door and I forced a shaky smile."It will only take a minute.""No."His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable firmness behind it."Whatever you have to say." He reached for Gesare's hand, intertwining their fingers "you can say it here."My gaze shifted to Gesare and she looked confused and worried but more than anything, she looke

Gesare.His lips are still on mine when the world tilts and that’s the only way I can explain it.One moment we are lying side by side under the open sky, the faint flicker of candlelight dancing around us, and the next, everything narrows down to him, to the way his mouth moves against mine, to the way my body reacts without asking permission.The kiss deepens again, more urgent this time, like something unspoken has finally been let loose. My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer, and he doesn’t resist, not even a little, If anything, he meets me there and matches me.His hand slides from my waist, up along my side, slow but deliberate, like he is learning me through touch. The warmth of his palm against my skin sends a shiver straight through me, my breath catching against his lips.“Kumba” I barely get his name out before he kisses me again, softer this time, but somehow more intense like he is trying to slow this down, like he is figh